The Ocean's Roar

A faraway moon took a close-up look At the waves of the sea as the ocean shook And the fervor that raged ‘neath the palm of the sky Bore aloft on its wings the scream of a cry Of a cry that was greater as twilight began – ‘Twas the cry of the night in the voice of a man There stood he alone, alone stood as one On the side of the sea as the evening begun While the gloaming fell over the ocean’s roar Stood the man on the sand at the ocean’s door With a gleam in his eye there he stood on the sand And out to the sea to the sky held his hand Held his hand out to capture the pearl in the night As it rose in its glow in the eye of his sight And he closed his fist over the jewel he would take From the sky to the sea as it raged in its wake And raised it up high with a mighty roar! For the pearl of the night – now in hand evermore! But the tide overwhelmed him and under he fell And swooned in the sway of the great ocean’s spell While the moon traveled calmly on over his head He slept fitful dreams with the sand for his bed And awoke, empty-handed, with a stir and a jolt Well after the moon from the tide had broke –